Getting a taxi home was quite a debacle. The door man at the restaurant said he would get us two mini cabs (we'd experienced these already on a circuitous route TO the hammam. A guy standing at the door said 'I'll drive you all in my car for xx dhirhams." Well, being all together has its appeal, but, who is this guy? I can't tell you how hard it was raining ...

... with lemonade and a "Aquarius" it was a cloudy looking water that seemed like it might help!? We'd try again for Fes tomorrow. We tried and succeeded. We had booked 2nd class as a week ago when we got them we thought we were running out of dirhams (turns out I had miss calculated and 150 euros x2 is not 350 euros!) so we now had an extra 500 dirhams to burn, we attempted to upgrade. Unsuccessful. Africa. We claimed a seat...it soon ...

... the cart guy which cost 50 Dh). It was a comedy of errors really. I mean, I thought the cart guy was just part of what was planned. He had already started putting the bags in his cart before I got out of the cart. That's Morocco for you.

Anyway, we met Mo and Latifa, and they had mint tea for us. We were very hot and tired, but we sat and talked for quite awhile with Latifa. She's quite funny and interesting to talk to. I asked her a lot of cultural questions, so it was ...

They would have to be relatively short generations you would think. You can smell and almost absorb the pungent odours of Chaouwara Tanneries' chemicals a long way before you get to it. And the working conditions for the poor workers look truly wretched. Our tannery guide spoke very good English but for a guide, seemed somewhat uncomfortable in his ill fitting long sleeved shirt and rather battered ...